During the day, Brooklyn is very prosperous, worthy of being one of the five boroughs of New York, but at night, it is not much better than a rural-urban fringe area. In many places, let alone pedestrians, there are few cars, almost like a ghost domain, forming a sharp contrast with the sleepless city across the sea—Manhattan Island.
Even though a silver hook-shaped crescent moon hung in the sky, its light could not penetrate the heavy night sky.
In this night, Greer stood on the edge of the rooftop of a six-story building, gazing around with great momentum, as if he were an emperor inspecting his territory. The Diqi Armor he wore gave him vision and hearing far beyond ordinary people, and even in this night, his field of vision was not much less than during the day.
He had been cooped up in the room for a day, thinking a lot, and thousands of words condensed into two: 'Go home'. The danger level of this World is simply off the charts. Villains from all walks of life want to make a big news story about destroying Earth at every turn. The current time point is Iron Man, which is nothing. When the plot of Thor and Loki's love-hate relationship begins, and Loki, who failed to compete for the throne, attracts the Chitauri to invade New York, that is the real big scene. An entire alien army with technology far surpassing that of humans invades Earth. A large part of why they won in the original show was due to the protagonist's halo.
Europeans with gunpowder guns in the Age of Discovery, though far fewer in number than primitive people with bows and arrows, easily wiped out the primitives. And Avengers 1 tells a fairy tale about a few primitive people who somehow managed to defeat an entire European army equipped with gunpowder guns. This protagonist's halo is even brighter than the Sun.
In such a World, why not leave quickly? Should he wait for the big purple potato to come and watch him snap his fingers? With this thought, Greer sorted out his current situation. Although he had no clue how to return to his original World, he should at least first figure out how he came to this World. Perhaps he could reverse-engineer a way to go back.
Although he knew in his heart that the possibility of him returning to his original World was almost zero, he still wanted to try. At the very least, he had to figure out what happened last night, who wanted to kill a seemingly ordinary teenager and why.
During the day, he spent the afternoon searching and finally found the place where he had climbed out of the truck last night. But let alone bodies, even the truck and the two black commercial vehicles were gone without a trace, and the area was full of traffic and pedestrians, not at all like a place where a murder had occurred.
He subtly asked seven or eight nearby residents, all of whom said everything was normal from last night to today, with nothing special happening. This meant that someone had covered up what happened last night and didn't want others to know. A force capable of quickly clearing away so many bodies, leaving no blood behind, must be significant.
The only clues he currently had were a dart he pulled from his chest and the license plate of the black commercial vehicle behind the truck. He could either wander the streets hoping to stumble upon the car, or find a way to hack into the traffic department system or find someone with authority in the system to look up the black commercial vehicle. But as long as it existed in this World, there must be a way to find it.
But whether it was accepting his fate and living in this World or searching for the truth of last night, he needed money, and not a small amount. No matter where, without money, it would definitely be difficult to move even an inch. The little money in his pocket was barely enough to pay a month's rent, let alone for food and drink. The shirt he was wearing was still a friendly gift from Uncle Jimmy.
Working was the first thing he ruled out. If working could earn a lot of money, there would be no slums, especially in a place where discrimination exists everywhere. Not to mention, this body is only sixteen years old. Thanos might arrive on Earth, and he still wouldn't have earned enough money. There were many other ways to make money quickly, but they were all written into the criminal law.
After thinking back and forth for a long time, the most suitable method for him at the moment was to rob the rich villains to help his own poor, just like last night. He could also earn points to exchange for Knight Cards and skills, and maintain social order. It was simply killing multiple birds with one stone.
So, not long after night fell, he put on the Diqi Armor and jumped and ran all the way from the rooftop to this area, which was clearly a typical dirty, chaotic, and poor slum. It only took two hours to go from being full of ambition to feeling disheartened. He was confidently punishing evil and promoting good as a super hero, but when he got here, he realized a problem: Where are the bad guys?
That's right, Greer's biggest enemy was not vicious bandits with knives and guns, but not knowing where to find bad guys, let alone which of the people on the street were bad guys. Originally, there were few people walking on the streets in this block at night, and even fewer had the words 'bad guy' carved on their faces. Greer didn't have mind-reading abilities, so who knew who was a bad guy? Thinking about it now, he should have checked online for wanted posters first. Maybe he could catch a wanted criminal and exchange him for a reward.
Greer, who had gained nothing after standing on the rooftop for two hours, sighed helplessly, took off the Diqi Armor, quickly sat down, and rubbed his aching brain. Once he put on the Diqi Armor, it was like a phone connected to Wi-Fi; all kinds of information flooded in as if to overload the phone, making Greer's brain run at high speed. This state was truly uncomfortable, and it would probably take a long time to adapt.
Before adapting to this state, Greer could only wear the Diqi Armor for ten or twenty minutes before his head felt like it was swelling, and he needed to take it off to let his brain rest for a while to avoid his brain 'crashing'. This situation made Greer even more desperate. When he took off the armor, even if a bad guy appeared, he couldn't see or hear them. If this trend continued, he probably wouldn't gain anything even if he stayed up all night.
"Indeed, there are champions in every profession, and being a super hero is not easy. Is there a super hero training class? I want to sign up." Greer lay sprawled on the railing, thinking gloomily. He finally understood why Spider-Man would create a device that could access the police communication channel. If he relied on himself, he might not even find one bad guy in a day.
If you don't believe it, try going out every night and see how many times you encounter bad guys committing crimes, or if you can confirm someone is a bad guy just by looking at them. Without training or relevant experience, even if you make eye contact, you won't know if that's the right person.
Just as Greer was lost in thought, a Xiao Nvhai appeared on the street about thirty meters from the building, wearing a black trench coat that reached her knees, carrying a black backpack, and with light golden hair, walking hurriedly.
Under the streetlights, it was clear that there were three burly men behind her. By the time Greer saw them, the Xiao Nvhai had already quickly turned into the adjacent alley. Wasn't this delivering meat right to their doorstep? At least there were many streetlights on the road, but in the alley, there was at most one incandescent lamp.
"Didn't this Xiao Nvhai notice the situation behind her? She even dared to run into an empty alley. But little sister, don't be afraid, it's time for the hero, well, Kamen Rider to appear. Your big brother is here to save you." Greer was overjoyed. After waiting for two hours, he finally had some 'business'. He quickly inserted the card in his hand into the Decade Driver, instantly completing the donning of the Diqi Armor. With a leap, he jumped onto the top of the adjacent building and ran at full speed across the rooftop, reaching the edge in just three or four seconds. Without hesitation, he leaped off the building, which was over ten meters high, and dropped towards the bottom of the alley the Xiao Nvhai had entered.